SUSAN AGLUKARK

Crossing over murky waters
I am not afraid
My vessel is this carnal chasm
Quench it if you may
I'm your mother I'm your daughter a partner and a friend
Simple consequences of life has led me to this end

Superstition is the madman's court
He makes the rules then bends the road
Leaning towards the every whim
So you sign the cross to make amends

A stirring deep inside me is begging to be heard
'Neath the covers of my shame
You pull me from my crib
You are all the magic and the voodoo that I need
In your arms the veil of superstition disappears

For all the thoughts your body sends
But is it fair and are they sins?
The only man that you can ask
is the mad man in his crystal house